"Lola, please wake up," someone said, "please do not leave me like everyone else has!"
I felt someone squeezing my hand. I looked over it was Kyle.
"Kyle," I said as I busted out in tears, "you are here and alive! Are you okay?!"
I thought I would never see him again. I thought they would have hurt him as much as they did to me.
"I am fine," he said as he wiped a tear away that slipped from my eyes.
I leaned over to give Kyle a hug and my ribs brushed against the arm of the bed. Man, it hurt; but it was not has bad as what happen to me.
"Are you okay," I asked again, "they did not treat you cruelly did they?"
"No, they barley touched me," he said, "the doctor said you will make a full recovery! What did they do to you?"
"I am thankful they dragged us to different places. I would have hated for you to watch what happened to me," I said, "they beat me at first, then duct taped a sack over my head, and then they hung me. It was the worst feeling ever!"